Zombie Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Their fear of the gang faded. When the fighting ended, six bodies were on the ground. Four from the Titan Gang, two from the building. Zoey frowned at the sight. As a doctor, she knew those two might survive with a proper operating room, medication, and blood. In this world, none of that existed. She let out a quiet sigh. "So this is the apocalypse, huh?"

But in the apocalypse, water was the most precious resource. Their expedition provoked the horde of zombies and shattered the fragile peace we had built. The zombies were relentlessly hunting us down.

They could track down anyone who owed money, no matter where. When my parents discovered there were no zombies and no apocalypse, they questioned Giselle. She muttered in disbelief, "Impossible!" Mom hesitated. "Why don't we go outside and see for ourselves?" Giselle immediately blocked her. "No, the streets are full of zombies. If you get bitten, there's no surviving it!" They spent another two days holed up inside, and then the debt collectors finally showed. Giselle had chosen a front door fit for a zombie apocalypse. It was so sturdy that no matter what the collectors tried, they couldn't break in. All they could do was curse and walk away.

Dan immediately fell silent. In the days that followed, I didn’t rush to kill them. After all, in an apocalypse where supplies were scarce and manpower even scarcer, labor was a valuable resource. I fitted both of them with electronic shackles and put them to work, clearing zombies around the villa complex, tending the vegetable garden, and doing laundry.

"I don't think so." "That is a bad answer." "I don't know. I ran. I fell. My cousin—" His voice breaks. "My cousin got grabbed." Maya closes her eyes for half a second. There is always a cousin. A mother. A husband. A kid. A person just out of reach. The apocalypse does not arrive as an event. It arrives as a series of missing names. "Do you have weapons?" "No." "Lift your shirt. Slowly." Skinny ribs. Bruises. No bite marks.

[Juliet's POV] The music at the celebration party continued. Surrounded by a crowd, Alison basked in the crowd's repetitive praises. Suddenly, a deafening boom came from the city walls. Overlapping growls and roars of zombies tore through the atmosphere. Terror erupted instantaneously. People in the crowd screamed, "It's a swarm of zombies! A massive swarm of zombies!" A guard ran over, staggering along the way. "The lightning barrier on the right of the base has been breached. There's a massive gap. Zombies are coming through soon!"

After Julian died, the horde in the hallway did not leave. The dozens of zombies devoured every bit of Julian's flesh and blood, but they still lingered outside the penthouse. They could smell a living person through the crack under the door. Bang! Bang! The zombies began throwing themselves against the front door. But by the thirtieth day of the zombie apocalypse and a month of neglect, with Julian's frantic pounding and the zombies' relentless attacks, the door finally gave way. Metal groaned under the strain. And then…

"No. I survived without you before, and there's no reason I need you this time either. I did it once. I can do it again. I just won't make the same mistakes twice." "I don't need you," she muttered. The system faded away. She glanced at her calendar. Still three years before the apocalypse. She circled the date in red, then pulled out a notebook. I need to get everything under my control. She wrote it all down: the exact date the zombies first appeared, the first building to collapse, the location of the old safe house, where the hidden supplies had been stashed, the route she'd taken to retrieve the crystal. She looked over the finished page and allowed herself a small smile.

"Good. Lets just get back to the warehouse. Get behind the walls." The four-kilometer drive felt like it took hours. Every time a stray zombie stumbled out from a side alley my foot jerked on the pedal. The heavy steel plow on the front of the truck pushed them aside like dry branches. The city was still burning around me, black columns of smoke twisting into the gray sky but all I could think about was the cold terrifying look in Justin’s eyes. He was right about one thing—the world was changing fast. If a Tier 2 Awakened was already walking around on day one, my current defenses weren't going to be enough to keep me alive.

Three years into the apocalypse, my girlfriend, a captain of the Spark Sanctuary, kept me stuck living in the outer quarantine belt for 1,095 days. Every time I dragged my battered body to her with an entry pass in hand, she would put on a conflicted expression. "Shane, you're my boyfriend, so I have to avoid showing favoritism. These spots need to go to the families of fallen soldiers. Just wait a little longer. You don't have special abilities, so you're just regular muscle inside." I bought her excuses completely, turning right back around to risk my life fighting through swarms of infected. It wasn't until the day I accumulated my ninth entry pass, crawling back to find her while bur